The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Volúmenes 4-5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 |
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... gave it birth It fell , and caught one stain of earth . The cygnet nobly walks the water ; So moved on earth Circassia's daughter , The loveliest bird of Franguestan ! 25 As rears her crest the ruffled swan , And spurns the wave with ...
... gave it birth It fell , and caught one stain of earth . The cygnet nobly walks the water ; So moved on earth Circassia's daughter , The loveliest bird of Franguestan ! 25 As rears her crest the ruffled swan , And spurns the wave with ...
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... gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock ...
... gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming shock ...
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... gave : I have not quail'd to danger's brow When high and happy - need I now ? · * * * * . << I loved her , friar ! nay , adored- * * But these are words that all can use- I proved it more in deed than word ; There's blood upon that ...
... gave : I have not quail'd to danger's brow When high and happy - need I now ? · * * * * . << I loved her , friar ! nay , adored- * * But these are words that all can use- I proved it more in deed than word ; There's blood upon that ...
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... gave her heart , that all Which tyranny can ne'er enthrall ; And I , alas ! too late to save ! Yet all I then could give , I gave , T was some relief , our foe a grave . His death sits lightly ; but her fate Has made me - what thou well ...
... gave her heart , that all Which tyranny can ne'er enthrall ; And I , alas ! too late to save ! Yet all I then could give , I gave , T was some relief , our foe a grave . His death sits lightly ; but her fate Has made me - what thou well ...
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... gave , May show , though little apt to vaunt , A heart his words nor deeds can daunt . His son , indeed ! -yet , thanks to thee , Perchance I am , at least shall be ; But let our plighted secret vow Be only known to us as now . I know ...
... gave , May show , though little apt to vaunt , A heart his words nor deeds can daunt . His son , indeed ! -yet , thanks to thee , Perchance I am , at least shall be ; But let our plighted secret vow Be only known to us as now . I know ...
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Página 157 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 172 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Página 169 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Página 9 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...
Página 166 - I found him not. 7 only stirred in this black spot; / only lived — / only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Página 166 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Página 9 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 172 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home...
Página 170 - Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me : No child — no sire — no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I...
Página 163 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.